Logic teaches rules for presentation, not thinking.
A small boy puts his hand on the wall, and looks down intently as he wriggles his toes. The birth of thought?
Not even self-love can always be counted on for support.
Deconstruction: peering suspiciously at the text, I wait for it to make a slip and betray itself.
To a suicide: You just poisoned the wrong person.
Trust, but look for the exits.